We love soup. A simple statement, but it actually became a slight bit of a problem for us. Whenever we went out to a restaurant, we could never find a really good bowl of soup. Some were pretty good sometimes, but others were barely bowls of broth, while still others were generally more like ghastly, gruesome gruel.

Then, we would go to the supermarket and look at the rows and rows of soup-like substances that were sealed in pretty looking paper-covered metal cans. To eat them as soup, you had to use a can opener to open the thing up, then slop the slimy slab of stuff into a pan, add water and heat it up. Yummy!

Finally, one day we'd had enough and decided to take matters into our own hands. We confess, we copped a serious attitude about the scarcity of palatable pots of steamy, savory soup that you could actually feel warm and fuzzy about eating. Like when mom made it in the kitchen for you and all your troubles melted away.

So that was it, we armed ourselves with pots, pans, a fully-stocked kitchen with only the finest ingredients we could find, and we got down to some serious soup stirring. With attitude!